I just finished watching Silverado
I don’t want to kill you
and you don’t want to be dead.
I love that movie. Which is kind of weird, when you consider how few women there are in that movie. And there aren’t any real female roles in there, mostly prostitutes and damsels in distress, some of which are both. But there’s something about it that makes me watch the whole way through.
He can’t hurt me if he’s dead.
I guess it’s the same incomprehensive compulsion that makes me watch the Ten Commandments every time it comes on TV as well.
There’s no accounting for taste.
